Summary: When Harry loses his memory in a quidditch match, he finds himself thinking that he and Malfoy are dating. Forced to go along with it Draco finds himself slowly falling in love with The Boy Who Lived. But how long can Harry's amnesia last? HPDM slash

Disclaimer:I don't own the characters. (Nor do I profit from this story) Everything Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling

A/N: I'm back!! Woot woot! Be excited. Lol Credits are at the end, and I hope you enjoy the long awaited update.

Warning: There are some scenes in this fic which contain explicit content. These scenes are appropriately marked. If you are underage, and reading this fic despite the rating, but are still squeamish, avoid these scenes (you can't miss them).

When Accidents Happen

Chapter 8- Unusual You

Nothing about you is typical

Nothing about you is predictable

You've got me all twisted and confused

It's so you

-Unusual You

When I woke up the next morning I noticed immediately that something was missing. The warmth I'd grown so accustomed to waking up to in the morning was absent. Groggily, I sat up in bed, wiping my blonde hair out of my eyes and surveying the room. Where had Harry taken off too?

"Harry?" I called, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, the pads of my feet meeting the cold, stone floor.

No reply.

I gulped. It wasn't like Harry to just take off… and after what had transpired between the two of us last night, I hadn't expected to wake up alone.

Walking swiftly into Harry's room, I surveyed the mess. All his things were still here…so he couldn't have gotten his memory back-could've he?

I was just reaching panic mode when the sounds of the portrait swinging open caught my attention. I was racing down our short hallway and into the common room before I'd really thought about what I was doing. And there he stood. Bright green eyes shining beneath those round spectacles, charming, crooked grin in place, and raven locks adorably tousled. Inside I allowed a smug grin. Only I new just how soft those tresses really were.

"Well good morning there, love. " Harry said his grin still firmly in place. "I was hoping that I would have returned before you'd awakened."

A brief frown graced his features before once again being replaced with a brilliant smile.

"No matter. Hop back into bed, I have a surprise for you."

My heart began to race.

"A surprise, Harry? What for?"

A mischievous grin graced the Gryffindor's handsome face.

"Because" he said simply. "Now get back in that bedroom so that I may ready it for you"

Another sensation joined my thudding heart- butterflies.

I'd never had a surprise before, and as un-Malfoyish as it was, I couldn't help but be excited.

Throwing him a teasing look over my shoulder I hurried back to the room.


"Alright love, close your eyes"

My heartbeat fluttered even faster and I dropped my eyelids shut, sitting up in bed and crossing my legs, my head tilted upwards eagerly.

I felt the weight of the bed shift when Harry joined me. He was sitting so close that I could feel his body heat radiating of him. It was comforting and I bit my bottom lip in an effort to stop the dorky smile from crossing my face just because of his nearness.

"Draco Malfoy" his voice whispered in my ear, causing me to shiver in delight at the feel of his warm breath caressing my cheek.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me?"

My eyes snapped open in surprise at the unexpected question. Harry's emerald eyes stared into mine intensely, sincerity burning in their depths. No-one had ever gazed at me so earnestly before. I forgot all over again that none of this was real.

Harry's calloused hand came up to stroke my cheek tenderly.

"I have something for you, and it would mean the world to me if you accepted it."

My breath started to come out in shallow gasps. Anything. Anything to have him never stop looking at me that way.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice breathless with anticipation.

Harry smiled sweetly before pulling a tiny box out from behind his back and a single red rose, carefully held in-between his fingers.

He handed the tiny package to me and I smiled up at him in wonder. The rose I accepted without hesitation but I stared down at the box in confusion.

"I don't understand" I mumbled softly.

Another kind smile graced Harry's features.

"The gift is inside the box, love"

Feeling my cheeks heat up, I accepted the box as well, setting the small parcel in my lap and just staring down at it for a second.

"Go on, Draco, it isn't going to bite" Harry teased with an excited gleam in his eyes.

With one last timid glance at Harry, I pulled the lid to the tiny box off and peered inside.

My breath caught, and tears formed behind my eyes threatening to fall. Slowly, I reached two fingers into the box, fingering the delicate, silver band that lay inside.

I raised my eyes to meet Harry's.

"Harry…" I whispered. "What is this?"

Harry took the box from my limp hands, reaching inside and grasping the ring. With the ring out of the box, I could make out the scarlet gems that lie encrusted into the beautiful piece of jewelry.

"This was my mothers ring, Draco. My father gave it to her as a promise."

I couldn't believe it. This piece of jewelry had belonged to Harry's mother, and here Harry was, offering it up to him, Draco Malfoy of all people. This had to be one of the few possessions that Harry had left from his parents… and it was for him.

"A promise of what, Harry?"

The raven haired brunette I had come to know so well, leaned in, a breath away.

"A promise of his love. A promise that his heart belonged to her and her alone. When she wore that ring she was letting the world know that her heart was taken as well. Forever James Potter's."

The meaning behind the words was not hard to grasp. Harry was asking me to promise myself to him, offering to promise himself to me in return. The tears that had been building up behind my eyes pooled over, cascading down my cheeks in salty drops. Harry wiped them away.

"Be mine, Draco" he whispered. "Please accept my gift"

The lines between real and make believe were starting to blur. I wanted this. That ring was a symbol of his love. A symbol of mine. The line was so blurry. I couldn't determine true and false.

Right here, right now, this was my reality, here with Harry.

Harry's eyes had been searching mine the whole while, and he knew the exact moment I made up my mind. That slow, crooked grin that I'd always loved to hate appeared, and my lips stretched out in a smile too.

"Do you accept, Draco Malfoy?" Harry asked, his grin never faltering.

I leaned over and brushed my lips to his lightly, once, twice, three times, before sealing them firmly over Harry's. I tried to pour every thought of fear and of course, every ounce of love I felt for him into that kiss, allowing no room for doubt on what my answer was to his question.

Yes. Yes I was his. Ring or no ring. I was forever Harry Potters. Maybe I always had been.

Alright I know, I know. Maximum amount of fluff, short, short chapter. Don't hate me. I'll try to have a new chapter up next week. So until then, please read and reveiw.

P.S/ I need to send out some thank you's to everyone you reveiwed chapter 7. Thankyou so much for your kind words, they make writing ten times more fun. If any of you stuck around for the update I hope you enjoy it.